I used to know a girl with eyes like sunbeams.
Bright, but intense, hard to look at.
Maybe that's why her gaze was always cast down,
her eyes like headlights just brightening things
directly in front of her.
She was Greek fire. I thought she would never burn out.
When she looked at people she lit them up
like they had always had a brightness like hers inside them.
After a while, I noticed her eyes were dimming.
She looked like a dying star, and I was just waiting
for her to finally fall to Earth.
One time, I told her I was Hercules.
Said I'd do whatever it took to lift her chin.
She looked up at me and her eyes were just a pinprick.
It was like she was in a dark room with a candle
and a syringe full of liquid sun.
She said there was only one way
to light up that whole big dark room.
I said Honey, why are you looking for a needle
when you've got the whole haystack
right there to set fire to?
And my voice echoed off the wooden floor.
But just then the candle went out.
And then all there was, was a pinprick of light
and a lost girl standing in the shadows.
I guess she's still looking.
We somehow look
at different perspective
But I tell you
is just a dream
There was no gravity
So people wouldn't get hurt
When there's no one there to catch them
When they fall
Blades and Band-Aids,
Concealers and Pain Relievers,
Sleeping Pills and Abandoned Trills,
Tired Eyes and a Young Sunrise,
Friends That Can Care While I Despair.